Confidences_An Old Sort of Library_Summoned_The truth shall set you free
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Confidences
“Jan, do you think you’ve met your future husband yet?” “You know, I think so. I think the timing just hasn’t been right yet, but some time soon, I’ll start going out with him.” “Are you thinking of one guy in particular?” “I’m not sure.” “How about you, Elsa? “No, I don’t think I have. At least, I hope not.” “What are you looking for?” “He’ll have to love films, and be funny.” “Funny like Mr. Bean?” “He’d have to have some form of appreciation of Mr. Bean!” “Remember that Mr. Bean where he brought a raw fish with him to place in a pan to see if it was the right size to buy, ha ha ?!” “Yes! T...
An Old Sort of Library
There was a stirring on the far end of the building, and Miss Naila wasn’t having it. Naila understood the variation in response that people had for the collection, but she would not have disrespect of the halls. So now at attention, she went about finding the source. As it turned out it was a pair of children, one bold, one meek. The meek one shivered at her appearance, which Miss Naila felt was good manners. “What is it that has you in this little Din?” The meek one cowered, as the Bold one said, “what’s it to you?” “I’m the librarian, that’s my role.” “A librarian? Ain’t that like being a c...
Summoned
Tom said, “Thank you.” He shook his head. “No. Not sarcastic. How do I make it sincere…? I thank you!” He stamped his foot. “To what can I… Keep it simple. How can I thank you…? Too tentative. Mean it. I’m honored…” He hissed in frustration. “This is a one shot deal. Thank YOU. THANK you. THANK YOU… No! No!” He stopped walking and looked about. The road stretched for miles. Tom Legato couldn’t afford transportation. He walked alone. He was a simple cat. ‘Not a meerkat as some ignoramuses say.’ The occasional carriage rattled by, stirring up dust and making Tom sneeze. ‘If they only knew who ...
The truth shall set you free
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the Sun, the Moon and the Truth”. With this quotation by Buddha, little, malformed Kokknis closed his book, reclined against tree stock and drove himself into his land of dreams where truth always prevailed under his aegis. Kokknis was brownie type of fairy. He had been frequently bullied by his fellow faries for his physical appearance as well as for his contemplations over all the injustices and lies of royalty. But he never mind those fellows instead their degrading remarks always reminded him of words of his mother; “you are very special my son, God has...